into my mouth, rested it on my tongue. I felt it jerk once, then the pulse of his seed landed on my tongue, coating it. I couldn’t even swallow, just collected it until finally he was empty.
Only then did he pull out. I closed my lips, swallowed and another burst of heat shot through me. I couldn’t scream this time, only whimpered.
I was lowered onto Zed’s chest as I continued to come. Tears leaked from my eyes, my body dripped with sweat.
“It’s too much,” I gasped.
Calder pulled from me slowly and carefully, then I was lifted off of Zed and cradled in strong arms. Hands caressed me, stroked my sensitive skin. They crooned and whispered to me. Praise, love, tenderness. It was too much. The pleasure, the safety, the affection. The fact that only a few days ago I hadn’t even known they existed, that I’d refused them. That if they hadn’t been so stubborn and eager for me, that I may not have ever met them. Known this kind of pleasure, this kind of love. And not from one mate, but three. Three!
Feeling this way from all three of them pushed me to the brink, then over.
The last thing I remember before being tucked between them and falling asleep, content, was hearing, “We love you.” I knew then I was right where I wanted to be. It didn’t matter what planet we were on. Earth, Viken, Trion or any others in the galaxy. Home was with my mates. They’d claimed me once and for all.
Epilogue
Axon, Goran & Mindy’s Temporary Residence, Trion, Outpost Two
“It is kind of the kings to allow us to remain these extra days,” I said, walking into the temporary living area of Goran’s and Mindy’s luxurious tent. The larger structure had been placed next to that of High Councilor Tark. The annual meeting of councilors was, this year, at Outpost Two on the Southern Continent. We were within a day’s ride of Councilor Roark’s home, the largest city on Trion, a magnificent place called Xalia City.
But this would not be Mindy’s home. Once the meeting was over, all of the councilors would return to the territories they ruled. Tark and General Goran would go back to the Northern Continent, closer to Outpost Nine, and the wildlands that the old bastard Bertok still ruled.
As second in command to High Councilor Tark, Goran’s permanent residence was near Tark’s main governing buildings. And luxurious. He had promised, during the initial comms call between Mindy and Violet, that his mate would want for nothing. And based on Mindy’s descriptions, and the images Goran shared with Violet and the three of us, he was correct. Mindy would be very well protected and have every comfort once the general took his new mate home. As would Violet, if we could get her out of here and back on Viken, where she belonged. In the castle, next to Queen Leah, pampered and protected and ours.
Actually, the ours was the only part of that I cared about. I didn’t care where we lived. I’d left my home in Sector Three so long ago, I barely remembered the sight or smell of it. I’d been at Viken United since returning from the Hive wars, but even that had been an empty building of stone and duty until Violet came into our life.
Zed was new to the Viken capital, just arrived from the IQC in the cold north just a few hours before transporting to Earth to track down our mate.
And Calder? Well, he’d been stubborn, for a time. But Violet’s love and submissive nature, the way she loved all of us? Even he could not deny her.
We were officially a family, the claiming done—and thanks to my conversation with King Drogan, the king who had been raised in my sector—our mating had officially been recorded on Viken.
Nothing could take Violet from us now. But there was such sadness in her eyes when she looked at her sister. Such longing. And for the last two hours, all the two had discussed was how to deal with the time difference between Viken and Trion.
Mindy would age a single day, Violet five weeks. Mindy two years and our Violet fifty.
They both cried, their arms wrapped around each other in shared pain.
“The three kings have agreed to grant us this extra time with our mate. Due to the difference in the passing of time, they were quite generous.”
“That’s good, right?” Violet asked. She loosened her hold on Mindy and both women wiped tears from their eyes.
“Yes, love. It’s very good.” They’d been this way for hours. Since the moment Mindy woke from the ReGen pod and the two screamed, making a squeal of excitement I’d never heard. The laughter had faded to tears, and back to laughter again.
Females, I’d decided, didn’t make any sense. But they didn’t need to. The sight of their tears had made me ache for both of them, and a radical idea had taken hold in my mind. One I’d run by High Councilor Tark—who’d given his permission—and then King Drogan. An idea he’d also agreed to consider…if the arrangement was what we needed to keep our mate happy. “I spoke to King Drogan. Our mating is officially recorded.”
I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips, doubly so when Violet leaped to her feet and ran to me, throwing herself at me, her lips on mine and her arms around my neck.
Everyone turned to watch the spectacle. I knew both Calder and Zed would be pleased, as I was. But as I lifted my head from my beautiful mate, I saw the question in their eyes. I had discussed my idea with them prior to contacting the king, but we agreed not to offer Violet the option unless we knew we could keep our word.
I gave a slight nod and Zed smiled. Calder blinked slowly, his gaze wandering from Violet’s joy, where she remained pressed against me, to the identical twin, so like our mate, where Mindy pressed to Goran’s side, wiping away tears through her smile.
I had talked to King Drogan in private. If he had been upset by our long leave, I didn’t want Violet to know. It wasn’t her fault the time difference between the two planets was so significant.
“It’s only been two days,” Mindy said.
I escorted my mate to the sofa and sat at the end opposite Calder. Calder reached out and pulled our mate down to us so that she sat sideways across the long couch, her back tucked into Calder’s side. I grabbed her feet, lifted them up and sat down, placing them in my lap.
“Yes, but two days here on Trion is fifteen weeks on Viken,” Calder said.